Woke up with pain reverberating under my arms. And that is the awesome effect of yoga after being out of practice for some time.
The long gap between this entry and the last, I can explain through a summary:
But writing, as I wrote it/typed it somewhere before, is my saving grace. Was, is, and for all I know, will be.
So I turn to my blog, if not my leather-bound journal, to put words down and make sense of life, and my life, so I don't feel as terrified.
I was blessed enough to have spent it again with family and relatives at our traditional meeting place, our beloved second home, my gradparents' place in Cabiao, Nueva Ecija.
We played our much beloved BINGO, thanks to our uber supportive Tita Eva, who supervises the entire activity. For those who don't know, BINGO is a... oh shucks how do I explain this..
It's a game where random numbers are picked from a container, usually a long bottle-neck..bottle, and the numbers come with any letters from B-I-N-G-O. The games comes with a deck of paper-cards, three quarters the size of an adult hand, where random numbers are randomly placed under the heading of the same letters, B-I-N-G-O. The rule, usually, states that one must either horizontally or vertically secure a series of random numbers altogether. A 'one line', if I may put it. Whoever 'completes' a straight line first, from randomly drawn numbers, wins.
Here's a link of a sample picture, which I drew out of facebook, and placed on public mode to show you:
http://www.facebook.com/#!/photo.php?fbid=427865777285051&set=a.402059653198997.93173.100001848974695&type=1&theater
My first win was an instant noodle cup! And yes, honestly, in a BINGO game, one would be, (well, maybe half the time only) more delighted at the fact that they won at all.
New Year's Eve was celebrated at home with cousins from my dad's side.:)
Congratulations to the newly wed, Ate Lo and Kuya Kap! Am very happy for you both!
And while I wait for any effort from the boys who allegedly had a crush on me at the reception, I shall look forward to ate Lo's referral from her office instead.:)))))) Given that it's actually for real.
And yes, I shall 'spill' the details in my blog (if I remember to do so), if a date would at all commence.:))
And before the New Year came over and tapped our shoulders, there was one very furry creature that licked our toes---come to think of it--even right before Christmas came in.
Meet Potch.
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=427959467275682&set=a.402059653198997.93173.100001848974695&type=3&theater
A handsome, albeit energetic ball of annoyance that has invaded our lives.
He was a gift. Literally. Or maybe a half-request as well, on my end, not knowing that he was capable of gnawing wood and beating termites at the job.
If I'm not mistaken, and dear reader, if you think I am, feel free to share his breed; he's a Spitz. A German Spitz, so far we considered.
He has been identified in different entities as well: a large cat, a wolf, a racoon (this was my first comparison), a cub (of a bear, yes), a cross between wolf and bear, a hairy dark piglette, and my recent personal favourite a very large, very enormous, very dark, catterpillar. (but if you could only stare at his back.)
I love the look of Potch's cute little butt when he walks; all perched up and like a baby! He is a puppy, in all seriousness. But his father, who I also met at his birthplace (Tagaytay, Cavite), looked just the same!
He's a son from a frist/second mother of the same breed, and all of his siblings are boys, too. And all of them are furry WHITE! Potch was the only one that came out that looked like his father:))) oh he was so adorable, the size of my palm...
First time I saw him, he got up, yawned, and fell back to the ground, sideways.
And I was taken.
One month later, I'm not sure if I'm as taken, but, he did captivate our hearts. And I'm partially hell-scared of taking care of him because to be honest, I'm not so good at it.
I feel sad more than half the time these days because he's all cooped up in his room since my parents won't let him roam around the house anymore.
And please let's not argue about me not moving out yet (because, yeah, maybe that can help Potch; his own space. Imagine.) My father had made it clear that I shant move out lest am married.
Ye, bitches. MARRIED. Which now leads me to,
Recent Jobhunt
So maybe that can be negotiable, I could force it to be, PROVIDED I HAD ANOTHER JOB.
So with regard to career, I sadly report that I am still not where I want to be, ideally.
But heck who knows what ideal should be. I have done my part. It's time to wait, and make follow-up calls, and apply some more if it just didn't work out.
Techinically, it's been around 2 weeks since I first applied in jobstreet.com.
I have been generally ignored by prospective employers. They have their reasons, and I shall be calling them soon to ask what's up. (On a serious note, simply to ask, what's my status. A friend advised me this was an honest, good move, to show assertiveness as well, and to remind HR, in case they lost or forgot about my application. She read it from a career-inspired column or something.)
The long gap between this entry and the last, I can explain through a summary:
- holiday retreat. ie. sleeping late, waking up late, going out with friends, random and not-so random hearfelt conversations, parent-child fights, listing down life's resolutions
- recent jobhunt
- withdrawal from writing
- lack of energy
- there's a dog in my house
But writing, as I wrote it/typed it somewhere before, is my saving grace. Was, is, and for all I know, will be.
So I turn to my blog, if not my leather-bound journal, to put words down and make sense of life, and my life, so I don't feel as terrified.
Holiday Retreat
I was blessed enough to have spent it again with family and relatives at our traditional meeting place, our beloved second home, my gradparents' place in Cabiao, Nueva Ecija.
We played our much beloved BINGO, thanks to our uber supportive Tita Eva, who supervises the entire activity. For those who don't know, BINGO is a... oh shucks how do I explain this..
It's a game where random numbers are picked from a container, usually a long bottle-neck..bottle, and the numbers come with any letters from B-I-N-G-O. The games comes with a deck of paper-cards, three quarters the size of an adult hand, where random numbers are randomly placed under the heading of the same letters, B-I-N-G-O. The rule, usually, states that one must either horizontally or vertically secure a series of random numbers altogether. A 'one line', if I may put it. Whoever 'completes' a straight line first, from randomly drawn numbers, wins.
Here's a link of a sample picture, which I drew out of facebook, and placed on public mode to show you:
http://www.facebook.com/#!/photo.php?fbid=427865777285051&set=a.402059653198997.93173.100001848974695&type=1&theater
My first win was an instant noodle cup! And yes, honestly, in a BINGO game, one would be, (well, maybe half the time only) more delighted at the fact that they won at all.
New Year's Eve was celebrated at home with cousins from my dad's side.:)
Congratulations to the newly wed, Ate Lo and Kuya Kap! Am very happy for you both!
And while I wait for any effort from the boys who allegedly had a crush on me at the reception, I shall look forward to ate Lo's referral from her office instead.:)))))) Given that it's actually for real.
And yes, I shall 'spill' the details in my blog (if I remember to do so), if a date would at all commence.:))
And before the New Year came over and tapped our shoulders, there was one very furry creature that licked our toes---come to think of it--even right before Christmas came in.
Meet Potch.
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=427959467275682&set=a.402059653198997.93173.100001848974695&type=3&theater
A handsome, albeit energetic ball of annoyance that has invaded our lives.
He was a gift. Literally. Or maybe a half-request as well, on my end, not knowing that he was capable of gnawing wood and beating termites at the job.
If I'm not mistaken, and dear reader, if you think I am, feel free to share his breed; he's a Spitz. A German Spitz, so far we considered.
He has been identified in different entities as well: a large cat, a wolf, a racoon (this was my first comparison), a cub (of a bear, yes), a cross between wolf and bear, a hairy dark piglette, and my recent personal favourite a very large, very enormous, very dark, catterpillar. (but if you could only stare at his back.)
I love the look of Potch's cute little butt when he walks; all perched up and like a baby! He is a puppy, in all seriousness. But his father, who I also met at his birthplace (Tagaytay, Cavite), looked just the same!
He's a son from a frist/second mother of the same breed, and all of his siblings are boys, too. And all of them are furry WHITE! Potch was the only one that came out that looked like his father:))) oh he was so adorable, the size of my palm...
First time I saw him, he got up, yawned, and fell back to the ground, sideways.
And I was taken.
One month later, I'm not sure if I'm as taken, but, he did captivate our hearts. And I'm partially hell-scared of taking care of him because to be honest, I'm not so good at it.
I feel sad more than half the time these days because he's all cooped up in his room since my parents won't let him roam around the house anymore.
And please let's not argue about me not moving out yet (because, yeah, maybe that can help Potch; his own space. Imagine.) My father had made it clear that I shant move out lest am married.
Ye, bitches. MARRIED. Which now leads me to,
Recent Jobhunt
So maybe that can be negotiable, I could force it to be, PROVIDED I HAD ANOTHER JOB.
So with regard to career, I sadly report that I am still not where I want to be, ideally.
But heck who knows what ideal should be. I have done my part. It's time to wait, and make follow-up calls, and apply some more if it just didn't work out.
Techinically, it's been around 2 weeks since I first applied in jobstreet.com.
I have been generally ignored by prospective employers. They have their reasons, and I shall be calling them soon to ask what's up. (On a serious note, simply to ask, what's my status. A friend advised me this was an honest, good move, to show assertiveness as well, and to remind HR, in case they lost or forgot about my application. She read it from a career-inspired column or something.)
Rose: waiting time takes months, especially if it is not business-oriented position or if you do not have a resource person in that company to forward your resume. It is currently happening to me--an endless waiting game. Course, the question is "when will this end?". I know someone who had experience both regionally and internationally and had distinctions and still could not find a break for almost two years. There are some with less experience and get jobs in a month. It's the circumstances. It sucks, but it amounts to fairness--in a way. As long as you don't compare your accomplishments. Having employment at once does not make them a better people. Many factors come with employer decisions so it is not simply about whether you are qualified or not. What if they do not have yet budget to fund for people with your qualifications or they are still clarifying the job descriptions of their employees? There are many things. :) Don't worry. When your break comes, you will be happy you waited this long. :)
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